The kid certainly has the right sweater for it, though their eyes are a pale red that some might think don't suit them.

Frisk catches it. "You shouldn't throw stuff at people." Not like that. First the shoe at Sparks, now the Sitrus at them. It's a bad habit.

They flick the piece of berry over their shoulder, too. Not going to waste it. Sparks hooks it with his front teeth, tilting his head back to let it fall down his throat. Beyond that, he doesn't move.

Neither does Frisk, except to sit back on their legs and...watch them. They don't want to let them go running off all in the red like this.

"You really beat him up."